I just realized that I had the craziest dream the other night. Apparently I was at a party where Kayne showed face and everyone was hating on him on account of his idiocracy at the VMAs. However, being the compassionate protagonist of my life that I am, I said to Kanye that I respected his assertiveness and his public love for Beyoncé’s musical skill. He centered me out and we chatted, entourage included, for a good 20-30 minutes, and became good friends. Then the unthinkable happened—he dissed me. He completely exiled my empathy and pity, and said something emotionally heart breaking that in turn made me one of the hateful masses. I think Obama was there too and something about unicorns fixing Afghanistan’s views on democracy—but that’s not the important part.
I say all this because I’m finding it funny that my sub-consciene had to emotionally attack my positive view on Kanye to make me think less of the man.